章 627: Ninth Generation, the Scheme of the Sword Master

"The Old Ginseng's dead?!"

"I can't believe it. I didn't expect him to be so trash!"

"Ah—Run! I don't want to die."

Everyone from the Palm Sword Cliff was horrified. They scrambled and crawled away in fear. They wished they had an extra pair of legs to run for their lives.

The Old Ginseng was the figure of a Memorial Spirit. His power was the biggest backup they had. Moreover, the Old Ginseng brought them there. He was arrogant, too. Then, he was goners.

'That's weak!'

'Seriously?'

"You cannot escape as my prey. I'm going to hunt!"

Nanan smiled like a demon. She put aside her hoe and a longbow appeared in her hands.

The longbow was made by Li Nianfan for hunting. However, he realized that most of the time, he did not need to hunt by himself. So, he casually tossed it aside. Nanan liked it, so she played with it.

She pulled on the bowstring.